Monday, October 24, 2011
Anubavangal: Vattam
Anubavangal: Vattam: பள்ளிக்கூடம், வீடு. இதுதான் அவள் உலகம். அவள் வயதினர் எல்லாரும் மால், சினிமா என்று செல்வார்கள். இவளையும் ஓரிரண்டுமுறை அழைத்திருக்கிறார்கள். ஆ...
Saturday, October 22, 2011
The Handy Camera
Well, I have seen the urge for people to stand next to celebrities and take a pic, even if the celebrity will not even remember having seen them, let alone their name or that they took a photo together.
And today, I saw the ultimate madness. Two men in an auto expo, making sure they posed next to every sedan and high end car - and there were quite a few of those: BMW, Audi, even a Porsche. They took turns to photograph the other with the car.
I just wished each had told the other to smile more and not look constipated. I was too amused to be able to suggest that to them.
And today, I saw the ultimate madness. Two men in an auto expo, making sure they posed next to every sedan and high end car - and there were quite a few of those: BMW, Audi, even a Porsche. They took turns to photograph the other with the car.
I just wished each had told the other to smile more and not look constipated. I was too amused to be able to suggest that to them.
Friday, October 21, 2011
Anubavangal: Mazhaikaala Megangal
Anubavangal: Mazhaikaala Megangal: வெளியில் எட்டிப்பார்க்கும் பொழுது அப்படியே பிரமிப்பில் உறைந்துபோனேன் நான். ஹெலிகாப்ட்டர் பூச்சிகள் அங்கே பெரிதாக வளர்ந்திருக்கும் மரத்தை மேக...
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Finding Heroes
All around me, I sense failing is the flavour of the season. - Or maybe, it has always been, but I am suddenly hearing about this a lot. About how failure is inevitable, and how people bounce back.
Yes, we must draw inspiration from those who met with failure but through sheer will power, creative thinking, will power, repackaging - whatever it took - came back.
When I stare at failure, I am encouraged with the words, "Look at that man/woman. She was like you, but now see where he/she is."
I laugh. My gloom increases. I can't help saying, "If that same man/woman had not managed to succeed finally, no one would even be talking about him/her!"
It is finally only the failures of the successful people that we talk of. Successful = popular, well known.
Even those who don't shine like stars in the firmament face failures. And then bounce back and lead their lives, successfully within their framework. But, they don't become popular. We fail to see inspiration in them. We still look beyond at the distant stars and talk only of how they used failure as a stepping stone.
Me? I think it is easier to admire people who are not page 3 material, but have still faced tragedies, slipped and fallen, got up and walked, or managed to steady themselves before they could fall. They have a steady course, give their children steady families, and maybe help shape them into future heroes. They themselves seem to lead an average life, but are still kings and queens of their homes and hearts. Their uniqueness is in the clarity the eyes reflect, the cheer the smile spreads, and the warmth they give as friends.
They are not kings but kingmakers.
Yes, we must draw inspiration from those who met with failure but through sheer will power, creative thinking, will power, repackaging - whatever it took - came back.
When I stare at failure, I am encouraged with the words, "Look at that man/woman. She was like you, but now see where he/she is."
I laugh. My gloom increases. I can't help saying, "If that same man/woman had not managed to succeed finally, no one would even be talking about him/her!"
It is finally only the failures of the successful people that we talk of. Successful = popular, well known.
Even those who don't shine like stars in the firmament face failures. And then bounce back and lead their lives, successfully within their framework. But, they don't become popular. We fail to see inspiration in them. We still look beyond at the distant stars and talk only of how they used failure as a stepping stone.
Me? I think it is easier to admire people who are not page 3 material, but have still faced tragedies, slipped and fallen, got up and walked, or managed to steady themselves before they could fall. They have a steady course, give their children steady families, and maybe help shape them into future heroes. They themselves seem to lead an average life, but are still kings and queens of their homes and hearts. Their uniqueness is in the clarity the eyes reflect, the cheer the smile spreads, and the warmth they give as friends.
They are not kings but kingmakers.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Anubavangal: Cheenargalum Tharamum
Anubavangal: Cheenargalum Tharamum: சமீபத்தில் ஒரு புத்தகம் திருத்திக்கொண்டிருந்தேன். ஜப்பானில் தயாரிக்கப்படும் போருட்கள் என்றாலே ஒரு காலத்தில் தரம் இல்லை என்று பொருள். இன்று ந...
Monday, October 17, 2011
Bubbling Heart
You are too busy to talk
So am I!
You have your road to walk
So do I!
We met, and I thought
Our hearts met too
But unspoken though my love
Weren't you swept away too?
Didn't you feel the pain
That is a pleasure
Didn't you want to reach out
And share moments to treasure?
When you left
With not a word
Nursing the wound
I curled up like a hurt bird
Time, the healer
Worked around the wound
But the scar comes alive
Persistent like a hound
Not letting go of that
Deep buried love
Sometimes urging my lips
To utter your name with verve
To talk of you
Like any other person
As if you mattered
Not a bit more than the other one
Shy and scared
I kill that urge
So no one may know
For whom my heart so surges
Like the churning of chaos
Old and new merge
Angry bubbles boiling
Old feelings emerge
Only to be suppressed
And forgotten with time
To be remembered again one day
By this foolish heart of mine.
So am I!
You have your road to walk
So do I!
We met, and I thought
Our hearts met too
But unspoken though my love
Weren't you swept away too?
Didn't you feel the pain
That is a pleasure
Didn't you want to reach out
And share moments to treasure?
When you left
With not a word
Nursing the wound
I curled up like a hurt bird
Time, the healer
Worked around the wound
But the scar comes alive
Persistent like a hound
Not letting go of that
Deep buried love
Sometimes urging my lips
To utter your name with verve
To talk of you
Like any other person
As if you mattered
Not a bit more than the other one
Shy and scared
I kill that urge
So no one may know
For whom my heart so surges
Like the churning of chaos
Old and new merge
Angry bubbles boiling
Old feelings emerge
Only to be suppressed
And forgotten with time
To be remembered again one day
By this foolish heart of mine.
Saturday, October 15, 2011
New Age God
As my friend narrated this story, I couldn't help laughing and wondering if this is how, in some age, stones came to be worshiped!
A few ladies in my building fasted on karva chauth and congregated in one of the houses to listen to the story that is narrated traditionally on this day. The lady of the house connected on skype with her mother in Delhi, who read out the "paatth". At the end of it, all the ladies in Chennai did a namaskar to the lady in Delhi via the net, physically bowing before the laptop.
My friend laughed and so did I. But I wondered if in some age, the stone was the medium of communication and so became consecrated. Maybe in a few years, when we lose power and the net, the future generations will still bow before the electronic devices which will be passed on from generation to generation because their elders did it!
A few ladies in my building fasted on karva chauth and congregated in one of the houses to listen to the story that is narrated traditionally on this day. The lady of the house connected on skype with her mother in Delhi, who read out the "paatth". At the end of it, all the ladies in Chennai did a namaskar to the lady in Delhi via the net, physically bowing before the laptop.
My friend laughed and so did I. But I wondered if in some age, the stone was the medium of communication and so became consecrated. Maybe in a few years, when we lose power and the net, the future generations will still bow before the electronic devices which will be passed on from generation to generation because their elders did it!
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